Chapter 12 - Holding the crying infant close to her heart as armed security guards secure the mansion perimeter against an approaching hostile corporate hit squad.
Suddenly, the security monitors on the mahogany desk flashed bright red, sounding a low, pulsing alarm across the estate's intranet.
Marcus burst through the study doors, his breathing heavy and his hand resting firmly on the sidearm holstered at his waist.
"Mr. Sterling, we've got an unauthorized tactical team breaching the western service gates in unmarked vehicles," Marcus reported fast.
"Corporate security or private mercenaries hired by Eleanor's associates?" Liam asked, instantly shifting into tactical CEO mode.
"Professionals, Boss; they're carrying automatic rifles and jamming our cellular communication towers," Marcus confirmed grimly.
Clara instinctively pulled little Nico tighter against her chest, her face turning pale as the reality of physical danger struck again.
"Take the secret panic tunnel beneath the grandfather clock, Marcus; get Clara and my son to the safehouse bunker," Liam commanded.
"I'm not leaving you here to face them alone, Liam!" Clara protested, standing up from the sofa with fierce determination.
"They came for the files in this safe and for the legal heirs of this estate; you are the primary target," Liam argued fiercely.
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"If they want to destroy this family, they have to go through me first," Liam added, pulling a heavy service pistol from the desk drawer.
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